I love the volumes of Thy Word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distressed!
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
From the discoveries of Thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw;
These are my study and delight:
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold that hath the furnace past
Appears so pleasing to the sight.
Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis Thy blessèd Gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.
Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain:
Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read Thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.
A beautifully envisioned confession and prayer of the almighty God. Thanks for sharing it here.
An enriching lyrical treatise by Isaac Watts.... with deep insight and deeper feelings. Made a wonderful read!
A well-done poetry of faith, a confession of faith as a matter of fact. The belief system in his day did concentrate a bit on the Angry God of Vengeance but he seems to have toned that down. Nowdays we translate the threatenings into warnings.
...........beautiful ending..That I have read Thy book of grace, And book of nature, not in vain. ★
Thy promise leads my heart to rest. Nice piece of work.